Yes, I was a ballet dancer in my day.
Started when I was three, danced for 12 years;
earned my point shoes for a year and a half... then quit.
Why, you ask?
I don't rightly know.
I can't really tell you the exact reason.
But I do know some things that contributed to it.
Pop some popcorn and settle down, cuz here I go. o_o
The dance program at the school I attended was well at first.
They focused on technique and strengthening skills, and having fun.
At the end of each year of dance ['round summer],
we'd always have a recital.
Sure it costs to take the class and to buy costumes,
but it was fun to do.
But as the years rolled by, technique started to fade into a distance,
and focus on perfecting numbers for the recital became a vital thing.
Also, the prices for everything started going up,
gradually getting higher each year.
As well as that, I began high school in a performing arts school.
I wanted to enter as a dance major, but since my parents were music teachers
and knew the vocal directors personally, I became a vocal major.
During our first year, we had to take a PE class.
Well, since we have no gym nor any sports programs, our PE was Tap.
I. hate. tap.
Good thing the class was too crowded.
Me and my friends were moved into a modern dance group.
This was fun. I got to have ballet outside of school and modern inside of school.
I thought it all fun at first, but as I continued,
I started concentrating more on grades and less on my ballet class.
This got my teacher's attention.
She calmly yet harshly told me that if I wasn't going to do the exercises correctly,
I could sit outside until I could concentrate.
I went into the bathroom and cried, angry at her statement
after I had told her that high school was new and grades were on my mind.
After enduring the same statement a couple more times,
I could not stand it.
After finally deciding to quit,
and leave what little bunch of buddies I had there,
I felt like a load had been lited off of my shoulders.
Ever since I've been okay with not dancing, though I wish I could go back.
It's kinda too late now. After almost three years of not touching my dance shoes,
I tried them on earlier and they seemed to fit fine, though,
when I looked in the mirror I saw a hideous creature who'd gained alot of weight;
who couldn't keep their balance very well on point;
and who really should give up on her dancing dream.
I've seemed to have gained almost 30lbs, plus huge thighs
and a stomach that seems to get bigger the more it's looked at in the mirror.
No. I am not pregnant, for all you ignant people out thar. -_-
Well... unless I go into a serious make-over mode,
which I have no time to do in my present status,
... it looks like I'll never do ballet again.
Sigh.
